Daily Stuff 5-14-15 Jamestowne

Hi, folks!

moving cat a_catboxIt’s almost up to 55F, but not likely to get a whole lot warmer. The sky is white, but the sun is trying to break through. There’s not much of a chance of rain today, either. I can see a lot of stuff that I need to get out and harvest.

moving cat a_snowcat2Yesterday the weather looked bad in the morning, but it got better. I cleaned up some paperwork and then worked on a project for some of the Spoonflower fabrics that I do.

By mid-afternoon that was finished, so with Tempus’ help I got a soup going. As always that a lot of separate sets of hacky-choppy and add and peel and more hacky-choppy… I started with the bone broth that I made a few weeks back, added some chicken, some frozen veg (a couple of pounds worth)… dried mushrooms, spinach, ….rice and lentils….and parsnips… and some garlics… tomato bits… nice rich blend of flavors when I added the caraway and celery seed. …and that was supper and very tasty.

motif animal cat orange washLate in the afternoon I got a nap and then in the early evening a bath. Fun to have to heat the water in pots on the stove, but at least we can…. I was making clipart and sorting things for the various blogs.

Next up for me was working on planning for the week. I’ve a lot of sewing to do today and herbs to gather and work on. I *really* want to get the compounding station cleaned up, because right now it’s not at all usable and there’s stock to check in and earrings to make…

They’re here! This is the Hawaiian Chieftain and the Lady Washington was due in late yesterday afternoon. Ken Gagne got this pic of her sailing around Yaquina Bay.

051315 Ken Gagne Hawaiian Cheiftan

240px-Delphinium_trolliifolium_3633220px-Delphinium_pavonaceumThe local larkspurs, delphinium trollifolium, and delphinium pavonaceum (which the Wiki article says is confined to the Valley, but I’ve collected out here….) are pretty flowers in shade of white, blue and purple. They’re called delphiniums after the shape of the nectary. More here http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delphinium_trolliifolium and here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delphinium_pavonaceum Other names are Larksheal and Staggerweed – Feminine, Venus, Water – The flowers frighten away venomous creatures and ghosts. Sprinkle between your eyes and a Litha fire to keep your sight clear. Use in rituals to call upon Dolphin energy.

feast 0514 JamestownzunigaToday is the anniversary of the founding of Fort James, which became Jamestowne, capitol of the Colony of Virginia until 1699. Briefly abandoned due to lack of supplies, the resupply brought women and more colonists which made the place a going concern for a long while. Initially, relations with the locals were good, but a bad diplomat as head of the colony caused the “starving time” when the colony was vacant and then later strong-arm tactics, trying to bully supplies out of the locals, set off one of the first wars with the Native Americans.  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jamestown,_Virginia

wheel of the yearThe shop opens at 11am! Summer hours are 11am-7pm Thursday through Monday. Need something off hours? Give us a call at 541-563-7154 or Facebook or email at ancientlight@peak.org If we’re supposed to be closed, but it looks like we’re there, try the door. If it’s open, the shop’s open! In case of bad weather, check here at the blog for updates, on our Facebook as Ancient Light, or call the shop.

Love & Light,
Anja

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Hecate's Brooch MoonWaning Moon Magick From the Full Moon to the New is a time for study, meditation, and magic designed to banish harmful energies and habits, for ridding oneself of addictions, illness or negativity. Remember: what goes up must come down. Phase ends on 5/17 at 9:13pm. Hecate’s Brooch – 3-5 days before New Moon – Best time for Releasing Rituals. It’s the last few days before the new moon, the time of Hecate’s Brooch. This is the time that if you’re going to throw something out, or sweep the floors, or take stuff to Good Will, do it! Rid yourself of negativity and work on the letting go process. Release the old, removing unwanted negative energies, addictions, or illness. Do physical and psychic cleansings. Good for wisdom & psychic ability. Goddess Aspect: Crone – Associated God/desses: Callieach, Banshee, Hecate, Baba Yaga, Ereshkigal, Thoth. Phase ends at the Dark on 5/16 at 9:15am. 

Astro uranusUranus and the Moon – Friday, May 15, dawn – The moon will pass just south of Uranus just before sunrise. Uranus (magnitude +5.9, in Pisces) is just above the eastern horizon as dawn begins to brighten.
Astro Constellation Big Dipper PolarisCanes Venatici, the Hunting Dogs, floats near the zenith these evenings, inside the curl of the Big Dipper‘s handle >>>. With the evening sky moonless, go galaxy hunting here with Sue French’s Deep-Sky Wonders article and chart in the May Sky & Telescope, page 56.
050215 VenusOrionAstro venusVenus this evening shines smack between Capella 25° to its right and Procyon 25° to its left.

Goddess Month of Maia runs from 4/18 – 5/15
Goddess Month of Hera runs from 5/16 – 6/12
Celtic Tree Month of Huath/Hawthorn, May 13 – Jun 9
Rune Runic Month 10 Ing InguzRunic half-month of Inguz/Ing, 5/14-5/28 – Male consort of Nerthus, the Earth Mother, Ing is god of the hearth. This time of year expresses potential for abundant growth. Nigel Pennick, The Pagan Book of Days, Destiny Books, Rochester, Vermont, USA, 1992, p. 70.

Sun in TaurusSun in Taurus
Moon in AriesMoon in Aries
Pluto (9/25/15) and Saturn (8/2/15) Retrograde
Color: Turquoise

Harvest 5/15-15

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©2015 M. Bartlett, Some parts separately copyright.

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Celtic Tree Month huath Hawthorn St_Mars oldCeltic Tree Month of Huath/Hawthorn, May 13 – Jun 9 – I am fair among flowers – Color: Purple – Class: Peasant – Letter: H – Meaning: Being held back for a period of time – Hawthorn – Like willows, hawthorns have many species in Europe, and they are not always easy to tell apart. All are thorny shrubs in the Rose family (Rosaceae), and most have whitish or pinkish flowers. The Celtic Tree Month Huath Hawthorn_fruitcommon hawthorn (Crataegus monogyna Jacq.) and midland hawthorn (Crataegus laevigata (Poiret) DC.) are both widespread. They are common in abandoned fields and along the edges of forests. Both are cultivated in North America, as are several native and Asiatic hawthorns. Curtis Clark
Plant motif Hawthorn Huath Celtic Tree MonthHuathe – Hawthorne Ogam letter correspondences
Month: April
Color: Purple
Class: Peasant
Letter: H
Meaning: Being held back for a period of time
Celtic Tree Month Huath Hawthorn heatherto study this month – Mistletoe 12-23 Celtic Tree Month huath motif-plant-tree-xmasUr – Heather and Mistletoe Ogam letter correspondences
Month: None
Color: Purple
Class: Heather is Peasant; Mistletoe is Chieftain
Letter: U
Meaning: Healing and development on the spiritual level.

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Waves tide

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Tides for Alsea Bay
Th  14      Low   4:15 AM     0.8   5:50 AM    Rise  3:54 AM      23
~    14     High  10:10 AM     6.3   8:36 PM     Set  4:44 PM
~    14      Low   4:12 PM     0.9
~    14     High  10:30 PM     8.0

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Affirmation/Thought for the Day – Wisdom grows from roots of Compassion.

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Newsletter Journal PromptJournal Prompt – What does this quote say to you? – “Choose your socks by their color and your friends by their character. Choosing your socks by their character makes no sense. Choosing your friends by their color is unthinkable”.– Unknown

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Quotes 

~  Knighthood is about being effective, not exhibitionist. – Kerr Cuhulain
~  Better the trouble that follows death than the trouble that follows shame. – Irish Proverb
~  It is nonsense to say there is not enough time to be fully informed.  Time given to thought is the greatest time-saver of all. – Norman Cousins, author
~  A playwright lives in an occupied country. And if you can’t live that way you don’t stay. – Arthur Miller (1915-2005) US playwright

Thoughts on the Water
You enter the world being dropped between your Mother’s legs
and there the wide-eyed journey begins
The sun rises, the Moon slips back down. Over and over and over
What do you fill your days with… as time marches by?
Do you choose to be true to your self?
Practice compassion and faithfulness? Loyalty? Honesty?
How could you not be thinking of these things? How could you be thinking of anything but getting as far down the path as you can in this life?
I don’t want to be back to do it again, but I am afraid that I am no where near Ghandi status yet. I am oh-so-very human.
Youth spins slowly away from you, “middle age” becomes something you look directly in the eyes.. And someday the inevitable…the promise we all came here with… The ongoing tides of life.
What IS important in the span of a day’s time?
Live in the moment. Feel the sun on your face, the breezes making the leaves sing their quiet song. The smell of grass, and the laughter of a child. The smile of your best friend and lover. Good Friends and Family.
Watching your children grow. Loving each other.
Be still and quiet.
Watch your garden grow.
Be grateful.
Grab today and kiss her right on the lips.  – By Cboggan ~ July 2005

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Pentacle of ElementsMagick – 

[Anja’s Note: I’m not sure who “LG” is or where I found this, but it’s so inspirational to me that I wanted to share. If anyone knows the right author could you please let me know?]

IN PRAISE OF THE INNER CRONE! – (Somebody asked me the other day if I would re-post this message I wrote last year on Facebook, so here it is….)

Dear Ones –

OK, we all know about the “inner child”, right? The innocent being who still lives inside of us, who needs and deserves love and care, and whom we sometimes have to channel in order to learn self-compassion?

I’m a big fan of the notion of the inner child. It can be a really healing construct. Once, when I was going through a particularly dark season of self-loathing, I taped a sweet photo of myself (age 2) on my mirror, and taught myself that any harm I did to me, I also did to HER. It made me kinder and more tender to myself. Imagining other people’s inner children makes me kinder and more tender to them.

So the Inner Child is a good thing.

These days, though, I find myself spending less time thinking about my Inner Child, and more time focused on my INNER CRONE — the old lady who lives inside me, whom I hope to someday be.

Because she’s a serious bad-ass.

The really old ladies always are bad-asses. I’m talking about the real survivors. The women who have been through everything already, so nothing scares them anymore. The ones who have already watched the world fight itself nearly to death a dozen times over. The ones who have buried their dreams and their loved ones and lived through it. The ones who have suffered pain and lived through it, and who have had their innocence challenged by ten thousand appalling assaults…and who lived through all of it.

The world is a frightening place. But you simply cannot frighten The True Crone.

Some might consider the word “crone” to be derogatory, but I don’t in the least. I honor it. The crone is a classic character from myth and folklore, and she often the bearer of great wisdom and supernatural power. She is sometimes a guardian to the underworld. She has tremendous vision, even if she is blind. She has no fear of death, which means: NO FEAR.

I keep a wall of photos of some of my favorite crones, for inspiration. One is of a Ukrainian babushka named Hanna Zavorotnya who lives in (get this) Chernobyl. There are a group of about 250 such women — all tough elderly peasants — who have all recently moved back to the radioactive area around Chernobyl.

You know why they live there? Because they like it.

They like Chernobyl because that’s where they came from. They are natural-born farmers, who got kicked off their farms when disaster struck. They hated being refugees. They resented being shunted off their land after the catastrophe. They hated living in the shabby and crime-infiltrated and stress-inducing government housing in the city, and much prefer the independence of living off the land.

So they moved back home — illegally — to the most contaminated nuclear site on earth. They have formed a stupendously resilient retirement community there, in what some would call the world’s most terrifying landscape.

Is it safe? Of course not. Or, whatever. After 90 years of hard living, what does “safe” even mean? (If you survived World War II and Stalin and famine and communism’s ravages, how worried can you be about “safe”?) They drink the water. These women plant vegetables in that radioactive soil and eat them. They butcher the wild pigs that scavenge around the old nuclear power plant, and eat them, too. Their point is: “We are old. What do have to fear from radioactivity? At this age? Who cares?”

All they want is their freedom. So they take care of themselves and each other. They cut and haul their own wood. They make their own vodka. They get together and drink and laugh about the hardships of their lives. They laugh about everything, then they go outside and butcher another radioactive boar and make sausage out of him.

They are living longer and healthier lives than their peers who stayed behind in refugee housing in the cities.

I would put these women in a Bad-Ass Contest against any cocky young alleged Bad Ass you’ve got going, and I guarantee you — the Chernobyl crones would win, hands down. Put the lady in this picture in a survival contest against any Navy SEAL; she will endure longer.

We live in a society that romanticizes youth. We live in a culture where youth is considered a real accomplishment. But when you look at a seriously powerful classic crone like the woman in this photo, you see how foolish we are to obsess over youth — to imagine that the young offer much for us to aspire to, or learn from.

No wisdom like the wisdom of survival. No equanimity like the equanimity of somebody who plants a garden right on top of a nuclear disaster and gets on with it.

So these days, when my Inner Child gets all fluttery with the panic of living, I just ask myself: ” WWMICD?”

“What Would My Inner Crone Do?”

Ask yourself that same question. See what she tells you.

One thing I can promise you she will never say? She will never say: “WORRY.

She will more likely tell you this: “ENDURE.”

So listen to her, and get on with it — get on with the powerful act of LIVING.

Hang in there, all you future awesome crones!

ONWARD!
LG

ps — and if you want to read more about Hanna and her fellow bad-ass Chernobyl crones, and see more photos, here is a really wonderful article: http://bit.ly/1wa9hT7

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